If The Self Rules
My eyes dim
My muscles ache
My bones weaken
My motivation asks,
"Is it worth the effort?"
My drive
My ambition
Want to sit
And rest a while.
Even if my hair
should turn white
overnight... Okay.
But if I should cease to care,
If I no longer want to try,
Then the self rules,
And I die.
Stephen Gospage
Thu 7th Aug 2025 08:13
An outstanding poem, Marla. It says so much in such a short space.